JESUS CHRIST
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Do you remember the way the girls
would call out “love you!”
conveniently leaving out the “I”
as if they didn’t want to commit
to their own declarations.
And I agree that the “I” is a pretty heavy concept
David Berman, “Self Portrait at 28” (via cultivate-solitude)
“I’m a horrible father”
THE BEST PART IS THE GIRL IN THE MIDDLE JUST SO DONE
AND THE FACT THAT THIS FAMILY IS MORE MULTI CULTURAL THAN A PUBLIC SCHOOL HEALTH CLASS TEXTBOOK
The girl in the middle is just like “Damn it, Dad.”
it won’t be like what you imagined. maybe you get the road trip to the beach with coffee in your hand and the radio playing, maybe you don’t. but happy shows up. it’s in a 2 AM game of jenga with your new college friends. it’s curling up for another marathon of netflix. it’s meeting the person who will be your best man at the wedding. it’s 4:45pm in the library when the girl in the study coral across from you quietly whispers “i’m going to set everything on fire” and then turns to you and asks if you wanna take a break for dinner (say yes, she’s very nice and you both need a moment away from the stress). it’s the mornings they have omelettes and in good books and in a puddle that looks cool. it’s sometimes picturesque, but more often it’s full-belly laughter at stupid things on the floor of your friend’s house while in the background someone is debating the best way to win settlers of catan.
i know it gets dark early now and the tired is setting in and everything sort of feels blank and hazy and you want to spend ages staring at walls thinking of nothing
but happiness will find a way in. it will be small moments. look for them.
The wife and I have had a busy year. We bought a house in March and then we had our first child (a baby girl) in late September. Since we had lived in apartments throughout our entire relationship, this was our first Halloween that we expected to get any Trick-Or-Treaters.
My wife was of course thrilled and went out and bought a crap ton of full size Candy bars because she wants the reputation of “That house” so that more kids visit so she can see their cute costumes. The only issue with this plan was that we have a newborn and two dogs that go apeshit whenever the doorbell is even looked at.
To try and reduce the number of barking fits that trigger a crying baby, we kenneled the dogs upstairs in our bedroom and put a sign next to our doorbell that said “Please do not ring the doorbell, Barking dogs and sleeping newborn inside”. Our front door is visible from our living room so if we left the solid door open and the storm door closed, we would have no issue seeing if anyone was waiting for Candy.
At the beginning of the night, the system worked with no issues. The baby was content and never startled. I held onto her and my wife would greet the children at the door and offer to let them CHOOSE TWO FULL GODDAMN SIZE CANDY BARS because she loves children and Halloween and just wants them to have a great time.
Around 8 o'clock the baby finally fell asleep so I put her in her bassinet so I could take a break from baby duty and hand out candy myself. That’s when he showed up.
This child in a bleeding Ghostface mask walked up to our porch and stood in front of the storm door. I saw him, he saw me. With a smile, I got up and started to walk towards him. As I approached, the kid broke eye contact and started reading the sign above the doorbell. Then the little shit reached up with his spindly little fingers and fucking rang the goddamn doorbell.
The dogs lost their shit and started barking like an intruder was on their way inside to murder the family. This of course woke up the sleeping baby, who of course began to cry.
The smile my face held quickly fell to pissed off glare as I walked towards the door to reward this little asshole with some Candy. As I reached for the bowl filled with full sized candy bars, I noticed the “treat” I received at the office the day before that I had lazily neglected to throw away. I grabbed it and threw it on top of the bowl with the rest of the candy.
I opened the door with a smile, holding the bowl of goodies at his eye level. “Trick-or-treat!” he said with glee as he held out his bag and eye-fucked the candy that I held before him.
“Happy Halloween!” I said back as the baby screamed in the background. It was here that I did NOT let him take two Candy bars. I didn’t even let him take ONE candy bar. Instead I reached into the bowl myself, picked up the lone “fun sized” bag of candy corn, and dropped it into his outstretched bag.
He looked the candy into his bag. Then looked back up at the bowl filled with Full sized Reese’s, Snickers, Kit-Kats, and M&M’s. Then he looked at me. After a moment’s pause he whimpered out a half assed “Thank you”, and trudged down the steps towards the cul-de-sac.
“Have a safe night!” I yelled after him as I closed the door and went to console my crying daughter and assure my dogs that no one was being murdered.
so my dad’s friend was bartending and saw a guy put something in a girl’s drink so while the guy turned around he switched their drinks and watched the guy roofie himself.
So guys me and my best friend (My girl) have had the most crazy trip in California here are a few moments I hope you guys enjoy it :) these teenage years are the besttt - jayalvarrez
just stop. stop fighting over boys with your friend. stop bullying your little sibling. stop talking shit about the girl that no one likes. stop harassing the younger kids. stop bitching at your parents for caring too much. stop all the complaining, the fighting, the drama, the hate. be fucking nice to one another. maybe it takes losing someone unexpectedly to realize that anyone can be gone tomorrow. your friend who you just called a bitch, your parents who you were rude to, your sibling who you smacked around. anyone. be a nice person. if you see someone in public who you know, say hello. it could be your last hello to them. they might be gone tomorrow. it could be their last day. or who knows, it could be yours.
Bobbi Conklin (via my-book-of-wonders)